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Shh…Can you see me? I am invisible, right? Good, because if you can’t see me then neither can HE. I’m not sure what I have done this time but it must’ve been something awful because he hasn’t been this way in a very long time.
The kids are quiet and tucked away in bed…they know that although it is still light outside, under the covers is the best place to be right now. I am supposed to be cleaning up the broken dishes on the floor and tossing a perfectly good meal (or at least I thought so) in the garbage but I thought I would break away just for a moment to write this to you. You are the only person I have to talk to right now. I can’t share my thoughts and do not dare to speak them because Lord knows if it gets back to Him there will be hell to pay.
Eventually I will need to make my way upstairs and into his arena, but for now I’d much rather take the punishment of cutting my fingers on the broken glass (truth be told, I would cut off a finger right now…).
Okay, it is time to go upstairs. When I come down will it be on a stretcher? Will I be on my feet but just a little bruised up? Will I be on my hands and knees or rolling down the stairwell? Or will this invisible woman be taken out in fame, wrapped up snuggly in a bright shiny body bag? Either way, I must not keep Him waiting...
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